Page 78 of Awakening
Brioc and Noah both nodded.
“That could take two weeks or more. Emrys, do we have that much time?” Marc asked.
“We will ride through the night if we have to,” the King answered. “We’ll send pigeons ahead to deliver the message and to be ready to march the moment we arrive.”
Emrys nodded. “A good plan, Your Grace. Once your armies are gathered, meet us at Cadbury Hill in the Summer Lands. We need Morgaine to bring the fight to us there where we can use Camelot’s power to our advantage. Trystan, Marc, and I will make a visit to the Woodland Elves, and pray to the Gods they will help us.”
Trystan, Marc, and Emrys exited into the hall. Emrys stopped them just outside the door.
“We leave shortly for Blaiddúlfur Forest. I’ll prepare our supplies and horses and will meet you near the stables in an hour. We will be on horseback again throughout the day and night with little rest. Trystan, go with Marc and take this time to recover your strength. We need you strong, and remember what I told you both about love strengthening a guardian’s powers.”
Marc and Trystan both nodded. Emrys locked eyes with Trystan momentarily then quickly tore his gaze away. He turned and walked away briskly, leaving them alone in the hall.
***
Clothes discarded, Marc and Trystan tumbled onto the bed in Marc’s chamber, limbs wrapped around each other. They kissed and grappled for control, wrestling until Marc managed to pin Trystan down with his body. With Trystan’s chest pressed into the bed linens, Marc lay over his strong back and buttocks and nuzzled his neck beneath his ear.
Trystan groaned, content as he reveled in the feel of Marc’s skin pressed against him. Marc slid his arm around Trystan’s chest and held him tight, locking him right where Marc wanted him—right where Trystan wanted to be—and rubbed his stiff member along his crevice.
“By the Gods, Trystan,” Marc whispered. Trystan’s body felt so good beneath his. He slid his other hand down Trystan’s side and gripped his hip, eliciting another guttural groan from his mate.
“Marc…” Trystan pulled his knees under him, lifting his hips and buttocks, and pushed back against Marc’s erection.
Marc straightened behind him, rubbing himself over Trystan’s slick folds, spreading the moisture over his entrance. He pressed in against his puckered ring, but Trystan reached back and stopped him, grabbing hold of Marc’s cock and guiding him to his other entrance.
Marc’s breath hitched as his tip rested against Trystan’s soft, wet warmth. “Trystan.”
“Please.”
Marc slowly sank into Trystan until a small barrier stopped him. He paused, panting softly, and leaned down over Trystan. “Are you certain, my heart?”
Trystan turned a glance over his shoulder, catching Marc’s concerned gaze. He nodded. “I have to know. We have to try.”
“We don’t.”
“I want to. Even if just this once.”
Marc pressed a tender kiss to Trystan’s shoulder. “Ready?”
Trystan nodded again, bracing himself on his elbows. He knew he didn’t need to do this for Marc, but he wanted this. After his experience in the labyrinth, Trystan wanted to conceive a child with Marc. He needed to know if he could, and this was the only way.
Marc pulled back and thrust in hard. Trystan grunted at the brief sting as Marc sank all the way in, down to the hilt. Marc clutched Trystan’s hips tight, stilling inside and allowing Trystan a moment to adjust. Deep ecstasy coursed through Marc, his dick pulsing, as he did everything possible to hold back his release.
He slid out and pushed back in, again, and again, each thrust increasing in speed and intensity. As Trystan’s moans grew louder, Marc pounded harder. Skin slapped against skin, their sweat dampened bodies growing hotter.
The pain quickly faded as exquisite pleasure took over for Trystan. Marc slammed into him, over and over, driving his desire higher. “Marc…”
“Trys.” Marc grunted, pressure surging up his shaft. “Fuck.”
Trystan couldn’t help the sounds falling out of him as Marc filled him in ways he never imagined possible. His muscles clenched, tightening around his mate, as absolute joy shattered his body.
Marc couldn’t hold back anymore. His release hit, erupting from deep within, and he filled Trystan with his seed. He grunted hard, stilling deep inside his mate, and fell down over him.
Sated and content, Marc rolled and pulled Trystan into his embrace and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
***
Half way through their journey north, the three men stopped to rest under a canopy of oak trees. The air cooled as dusk neared, the sky already darkening in the east. Marc collected some wood and started a small fire for warmth. While Emrys sat against one of the trees, Trystan paced around.